Then he fed the antipyretics to Jane Sampson, and opened the remaining dicine, leaving it on the ground.
After last night, Jas Black made a preparation gesture towards Jane Sampson.
Jane Sampson understood.
When Jas Black’s face turned fierce and he shouted at her angrily, she began to brew her tears.
Jane Sampson had never seen Jas Black being harsh with her before, today was the first ti. If it weren’t for acting, it would be almost impossible for Jas Black to speak to her in such a fierce tone usually.
He still said things like, "You have to eat even if you don’t want to."
Jane Sampson remained silent, after all, the room had been quiet just now, and if she suddenly burst into tears and screams, it would seem fake.
The ultimate sorrow is a dead heart; when many people are in despair, they simply fall into silent despair, neither making a sound nor staying alive.
Jas Black’s voice successfully attracted the mute aunt from downstairs, along with the young man who was still half asleep and awake.
The young man was still in pajamas with ssy hair, obviously having just crawled out of bed to co up and see what was happening.
He pushed the door open, saw the ss everywhere, and asked, "What’s going on?"
"Since this morning, she hasn’t eaten or drank anything, nor would she take dicine. She doesn’t make a sound, like a living dead person." Jas Black said, "She knocked over the wrinkled quilt, and all the dicine was spit out. Feed one, spit one."
Saying this, Jas Black turned to look at the mute aunt and said, "Please help buy more anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing dicines, and these wound healing ointnts. I don’t believe she can spit them all out."
"You go," the young man urged the mute aunt, "First clean up the room, then go buy them once it’s tidy."
After speaking, the young man took a step forward and stood facing Jane Sampson, who was lying in bed looking at them with angry eyes, ridiculing, "I’m telling you, in my territory, even if you want to die, you have to get my permission. Why stick with my Brother Strongman?"
"He has no money now, but later, he’ll still be able to support you. If you show my Brother Strongman any attitude, don’t bla for fixing you up. When I take action, then you’ll know what life is worse than death ans. If you know what’s good for you, keep those ssy, untoward thoughts away!"
The young man spoke, lowering his voice to warn Jas Black, "The room can’t be cleaned up in a short ti, so you might as well switch to another room, take her to another room. Won shouldn’t be spoiled or coaxed. If she’s disobedient, just clean her up once, and it’s fine. You might be fierce, but it’s useless; she’s not afraid of you. Hit her once, she feels pain, and she’ll behave."
As a man, Jas Black found such words utterly disagreeable, even laughable.
But as Thomas Strongman, Jas Black seemingly took the lesson to heart, contemplated for a mont, then humd and nodded appreciatively, feeling as if he had learned sothing.
The young man was evidently busy, having been awakened and not even eating breakfast, quickly washed up, changed clothes, and left the villa. Before leaving, he said a few words to Jas Black, ntioning he was going to see his big brother and confirm with him about eting Jas Black in the next two days.
After cleaning up the room, the mute aunt went out to buy stuff for Jas Black, paid for with money provided by the young man for Jas Black.
Throughout this dayti, Jane Sampson either played gas on Jas Black’s phone or slept.
Perhaps it was luck, or maybe it was the result of Jane Sampson’s recent body recuperation, but Jas Black, who had initially worried about her persistent high fever without abating, found it wasn’t actually the case.
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